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ALONSO, King of Naples.
SEBASTIAN, his brother.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan.
FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.
CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
TRINCULO, a Jester.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A Storm with thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Master. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
Boa's. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
| MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
[Exit. Gom. I have great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good at to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny Readily.
a Present instant.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower. lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio. would fain die à dry death. [Exit. I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of PROS-Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?
PERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay thein:
The sky, it seems, wou d pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting souls within her.
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.
O, woe the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(Of thee, my dear one! thee my daughter!) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
For thou must now know further.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.—
The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Outs three years old.
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you fr
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact.--like one
Who, having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as a hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel
To credit his own lie,--he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness
Pro. To have no screen between this part he
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.
Mira. 'Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance, That my remembrance warrants: had 1 not 'Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time! If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since,
Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said-thou wast my daughter and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess;-no worse issued.
O, the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was't we did!
Both, both, my girl.
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;
But blessedly holp hither.
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant sus,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whorn
To trash' for over-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
Or else new-form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.--Thou attend'st
I pray thee mark me.
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,-
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honors, on my brother. Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.
Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again, it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes.
Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon us; without the which, th's
Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
That hour destroy us?
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colors fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
d us but loving wrong.
Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd: cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
But was not this nigh shore ?
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe!
Not a hair perish'd,
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst The king's son I have landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet?
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have decked the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach", to bear up
Against what should ensue.
How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Master of this design) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuifs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Now I arise:-
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have 1, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I
pray you, sir,
(For still tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques-
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now:
Approach, my Ariel; come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
1 famed amazement: Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the pre-
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this col
Would not infect his reason?
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: The fire, and
of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
The minutest article.
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
I When it is bak'd with frost.
Safely in harbor
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes2, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again:
And are upon the Mediterranean flotea
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
And his great person perish.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day!
Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now? moʊdy?
What is't thou canst demand?
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst
To bate me a full year.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Thou hast where was she born? speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, 1 Bustle, tumult. 9 Bermudas. 3 Wave. • Algiers.
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.
Shake it off: Come on,
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answers.
"Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban,
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal. Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business
for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when?
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and
Cursed be I that did so;-
all the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.
Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother, Which thou tak st from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strok dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee ■ Corimands.
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate
The honor of my child.
Cal. O ho, ho!-would it had been done!
Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,
(The wild waves whisi)
Foot it featly here and there:
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, c the earth?
It sounds no more:- and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: But 'tis gone. No it begins again.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls, that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell [Burden, ding-dong Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd Father: -
Being stilled, silence-1.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
And say, what thou seest yond'.
What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath
As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.
I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
It goes on,
[Aside. As my soul prompts it:- Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
Within two days for this.
Most sure the goddess
On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer
May know, if you remain upon this island;"
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, Ò you wonder!
If you be maid, or no?
No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
My language; heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How! the best?
What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me ;
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld'
The king my father wreck'd.
Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of
And his brave son being twain.
The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't:- At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this! A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples!
Soft, sir, one word more.
They are both in either's powers; but this swift
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Aside.
Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
SCENE I.- Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy to win it
From me, the lord on't.
No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Follow me.[TO FERD
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.
What, I say,
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy wards;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.
Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
Sir, have pity.
I'll be his surety.
Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he
Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Come on; obey: [To FERD.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigor in them.
So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.
It works: Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! - Follow me.
[To FERD. and MIR.
Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [TO ARIEL
Be of comfort.
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.
Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause By and by it will strike. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe
common; every day some sailor's wife,
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offered,
Comes to the entertainer
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe. but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak 'ike us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
Gon. Dolor comes to him, indeed; you havə spoken truer than you purposed.